Bloodthirsty, brutal, with a bit of a girl's distinctive mischievous charm—mixed together, these traits became Hit-Girl's unique appeal.
Having gained new abilities, she never grew tired of experimenting with killing through superpowers. Every time she crushed a villain's head with invisible force, she was as calm as a clueless child plucking the wings off a dragonfly.
When mentally sound adults killed, there were often many reasons: fame, profit, or matters of love and romance. There was a logic outsiders could understand, and this was also the most common line of thinking police used when solving cases.
The reasons mentally ill people killed were more varied, but most of the time it was for satisfaction. Whether forcing others to do things they did not want to do or taking away what others treasured, it was all ultimately to satisfy their own desires.
But Mindy was different. Killing did not make her happy or sad. The simple process itself held no meaning for her.
What she found interesting was when someone's head exploded and their brains happened to splatter onto the ground in the shape of a pile of shit. That was what she found amusing.
When someone died, she found it interesting to walk over and play with their intestines, as if they were not a person at all, just a pile of ordinary meat.
Simply put, killing was just an ordinary process to her, no different from killing mice or cockroaches. Surely no one actually felt thrilled from killing a cockroach, right?
Maybe someone really did find it fun, but here was a little piece of common knowledge: do not smack cockroaches with slippers, because their bellies might contain a large number of egg cases. Those eggs, difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, would splash everywhere and quickly hatch